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7. | Saudade |
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11. | God And Mr. Smith |
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Throw the world off your shoulders tonight Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight Mr. Smith
He's been looking now
For a long time
It seems the more he looks
The less he wants to see
He turned to the west
For a long time
He turned to the east
Then he turned to the west again
If there's a heaven above
In the meantime
If there's a heaven above
Let it be near
If there's a heaven above
In the meantime
Then let it be near
Let it be near to me
We've been talking now
For a long time
It seems the more we speak
The less we seem to say
If there's a hell below
In the meantime
Then let us shut up
Unless we want to pray
He saw everything real too clearly
So close that the bones would show
And to see everything so clearly
Isn't always the best thing you know
If there's a heaven above
In the meantime
If there's a heaven above
Then let it be near
If there's a heaven above
In the meantime
Let it be near, let it be near to me
AHHHH
AHHHH
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight Mr. Smith
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Thinking of your private future
You snatched at the trees
In the starry dark green sleep
Thinking of your private future
You think at the river and set it flowing
A late fog's lifting a fast wind's rising
So you turn to reflect on your brief life
Session slip
Thinking of your private future
Cut by the scars of timeless coming back
Realize the unreachable is nothing
Cool winds wash down your hope and you slipped
Cool winds wash down your hope and you slipped
God's good to the humble
As the devil is to fools
Stop looking back in anger
Cause you can't change the rules
Believe in where you're going
But don't lose your yesterdays
To terrify to cry its true
Your life is just a game
So I need a million dollars
To sit on mountain tops
To see the stars surround you
Is to see an awful lot
I see the work of sinners
I see the work of saints
So I see the work of everyone
That's ever ever been
Sleep without reason
Your laughing masks your love
You've got so many scars
How does it feel deep in your heart?
Cause when the covers blown over
It'll crack up your skin
So now you're drowning your sorrows
In whiskey and sin
Live the life you love
Use a god you trust
And don't take it all too seriously
AHHHH
AHHHH
AHHHH
AHHHH
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Dog-End of a Day Gone By
There's a man on the corner
Coming on like Moses
Flogging new religion
like a bunch of plastic roses
He's found his path
To the bleeding heart of jesus
You tell him
You've found yours
Heir to a future
You never made
There is nothing less amusing
Then the amusement arcade
In a city without a soul
Newspaper boys selling you the hard truth
Lucifer employs idle hands by night and day
Stuck at the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Stuck at the dog-end of a day gone by
Stuck at the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Don't let the smoke get in your eyes
Well the drunk outside the Wendy's
Is becoming less than friendly
A dog is barking at the moon
The drunk outside the windy
Is becoming less than friendly
A dog is barking at the moon
You want to get away
From the city of light
Then when you've gone
You want to get back
It is some strange addiction
When you need to put yourself
Back in your eye
Stuck at the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Stuck at the dog-end of a day gone by
Stuck at the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Don't let the smoke get in your eye
Stuck at the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Stuck at the dog-end of a day gone by
Stuck at the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
Don't let the smoke get in your...
Stub out the dog-end of a day gone by, boy
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We're going to stay awake
For as long as it takes
We're going to stay awake
For as long as it takes
To correct all the silly mistakes we have made
We're going to play a game
We're going to play a game
We're going to play the game again
For as long as it takes again
For something we don't really want at all
One two three four
Two two three four
Three two three four
One
To win is to lose, to lose is to win
To win is to lose, to lose is to win
To win is to lose, to lose is to win
To win is to lose, to lose is to win
We're going to stay awake
(To win is to lose, to lose is to win)
We're going to stay awake
(To win is to lose, to lose is to win)
We're going to stay awake
(To win is to lose, to lose is to win)
We're going to stay awake
(To win is to lose, to lose is to win)
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Put all down to chemistry
Put it all down to the heat
The seminal spark of sexuality
Put it all down to the heat
There was magic in the air on a Saturday night
It was tragic, it's there on the street
The quicksilver and the
Make your leopard-skin dream complete
Intrigued by alcove whispers
So you tore off your osgood tie
Facination found in strangeness
And your sister's alien sigh
Your sister's alien sigh
Put all down to chemistry
Put it all down to the heat
The seminal spark of sexuality
Put it all down to the heat
To wake up sunday morning
With a rose and blue tatoo
So lay on the back of your skinny white hand
So near are the brave and the new
So near are the brave and the new
It's the seventh dream of teenage heaven
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The word that would best describe this feeling
Would be haunted
I touch the clothes you left behind
That still retain your shape and lines
Still haunted
I trace the outline of your eyes
We're in the mirror hypnotized
I'm haunted
I find a solitary hair
Gone and still I remenice
I'm haunted
Haunted by your soul
Haunted by your hair
Haunted by your clothes
Haunted by your eyes
By your soul, by your hair
By your clothes, by your eyes
By your voice, by your smile
By your mouth, by your soul
By your hair, by your clothes
By your eyes, by your voice
By your smile, by your mouth
By your soul
HAUNTED (haunted)
So this is for when you feel happy
And this is for when you feel sad
And this is for when you feel...
Nothing
OOOOH when the minutes drag
OOOOH when the minutes drag
And this is for the tears that won't dry
And this is for a bright blue sky
And this is for when you feel...
Lucky
And this is for when you feel...
Lucky
OOOOH when the minutes drag
OOOOH when the minutes drag
So this is for when you're feeling happy again
And this is for when you're feeling sad
And this is for when you feel...
Something
OOOOH when the minutes drag
OOOOH when the minutes drag
HAUNTED (haunted)
When the minutes drag
HAUNTED (haunted)
When the minutes drag
OOOOH
OOOOH
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People moving out, people moving in
Why, because of the color of their skin
Run, run, run but you just can't hide
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
Vote for me and I'll set you free
Rap on, brother, rap on
Well, the only person talking about love and affection is the preacher
And it seems nobody's interested in learning but the teacher
Segregation, determination, demonstration, intergration
Aggravation, humiliation, devastation of our nation
Ball of confusion
Yeah, that's what the world is today
Hey, hey
Ball of confusion
Yeah, that's what the world is today
Hey, hey
The sale of pills are at an all time high
Who was walkin' down with there heads in the sky?
The cities aflame in the summer time!
go on and we go home
Economics, Reaganomics, Birth Control, The Status Quo
Shooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soon
Politicians say
And the band played on
So, round and around and around we go
Where the world's headed, nobody knows
Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey
Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey hey
Hey hey
Fear in the air, tension everywhere
Unemployment rising fast, the Beatles new record's a gas
And the band played on
Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectors
Solid Gold in demand, population out of hand, suicide
Too many beers, hippies movin' to the hills
People all over the world are dying in the war
And the band played on
Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today, hey, hey
Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today, hey, hey
Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today, hey, hey
Ball of confusion
That's what the world is today
Hey Hey
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To see beyond the outside
It's to keep your thoughts alive
With a song inside it's never cold
With a song inside it's never cold outside
To see beyond the outside
It's to keep your thoughts alive
With a song inside it's never cold
With a song inside it's never cold outside
("If you've built something from the inside out,
then you won't have any difficulty in penetrating
from the outside in")
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Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
He's been looking now
For a long time
It seems the more he looks
The less he wants to see
He turned to the west
For a long time
He turned to the east
Then he turned to the west again
If there's a heaven above
In the meantime
If there's a heaven above
Let it be near
If there's a heaven above
In the meantime
Then let it be near
Let it be near to me
We've been talking now
For a long time
It seems the more we speak
The less we seem to say
If there's a hell below
In the meantime
Then let us shut up
Unless we want to pray
He saw everything a little too clearly
So close that the bones would show
And to see everything so clearly
Isn't always the best thing, you know
If there's a heaven above
In the meantime
If there's a heaven above
Let it be near
If there's a heaven above
In the meantime
Then let it be near
Let it be near to me
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Mr. Smith
Mr. Smith
Mr. Smith
Mr. Smith
Mr. Smith
Mr. Smith
Mr. Smith
Mr. Smith
Mr. Smith
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The word that would best describe this feeling
Would be haunted
I touch the clothes you left behind
That still retain your shape and lines, still haunted
I trace the outline of your eyes, blue in the mirror
Hypnotized, I'm haunted
I find a solitary hair, golden still, I remenice
I'm haunted
Haunted by your soul
Haunted by your hair
Haunted by your clothes
Haunted by your eyes, by your soul, by your hair
By your clothes, by your eyes, by your voice, by your smile
By your mouth, by your soul, by your hair, by your clothes
By your eyes, by your voice, by your smile, by your mouth
By your soul
Haunted (haunted)
So this is for when you feel happy
And this is for when you feel sad
And this is for when you feel nothing
Oo, when the minutes drag
Oo, when the minutes drag
And this is for the tears that won't dry
And this is for a bright blue sky
And this is for when you feel lucky
And this is for when you feel lucky
Oo, when the minutes drag
Oo, when the minutes drag
So this is for when you're feeling happy again
And this is for when you're feeling sad
And this is for when you feel something
Oo, when the minutes drag
Oo, when the minutes drag
Haunted (oo), haunted when the minutes drag
Haunted (oo), haunted when the minutes drag
Haunted (oo), haunted when the minutes drag
Haunted (oo), haunted when the minutes drag
Oo
Oo
Oo
Oo
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Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
He's been looking now
For a long time
It seems the more he looks
The less he wants to see
He turned to the west
For a long time
He turned to the east
Then he turned to the west again
CHORUS
If there's a heaven above
In the meantime
If there's a heaven above
Let it be near
If there's a heaven above
In the meantime
Then let it be near
Let it be near to me
We've been talking now
For a long time
It seems the more we speak
The less we seem to say
If there's a hell below
In the meantime
Then let us shut up
Unless we want to pray
He saw everything a little too clearly
So close that the bones would show
And to see everything so clearly
Isn't always the best thing, you know
CHORUS
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith
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